章節 10: Red Room

Hannah took a seat beside the man and looked out at the small performance he was watching. No matter how much he tried, he just couldn't stop watching her.

"I'm sorry if I'm staring a lot, heh. You a singer here?", he finally brought himself to ask.

"Haha! Nah, I'm new here. Heard about this place on the grapevine, you know?"

Hannah sat in such a way she was so close to him he could smell her scent. He checked behind him before saying anything.

"Tom. You?"

"Hannah."

She leaned even closer. "Nice eyes, by the way."

Tom began feeling....different. Uncomfortable. There were too many eyes around.

"Shall we take this somewhere more...private?"

"Of course. Lead the way."

***

Tom led Hannah away from the noisy crowd to a secluded room at the back of the lounge. This room was like a VIP room. The lighting was dimmer than the normal room. There was a table and chairs at one end, a luxury sofa at another. There was even a selection of candles in a shelf along with a lighter. There was a wide selection of scents as well. Orange, apple, lotus. Even cinnamon was available. The vibe this room was giving off was a lot more private than the main area, and private was a good thing.

Hannah took in the scenery with a hidden glee and desire. "Huh. I guess this is where they make the shady deals and stuff?"

Tom lit a rose scented candle as he spoke. "Something like that. Perfect setting, you know?"

He turned around and made his way over to her slowly. His emerald eyes scrutinised every detail of her: that smooth red hair, the gentle red lipstick she had on, her perfectly sculpted collar bone, that intoxicating scent of musk perfume. He found himself letting his guard down the closer he got.

"But I guess that's not the only thing this room is used for", he smirked, just inches away from her.

Hannah leant towards his ear and whispered almost seductively, "Would they approve of their assassin having a fling?"

"Maybe not, but I don't give a shit though. I'm not on duty, so what I do now is none of their business."

He ran his finger on her cheek, marveling at her cool complexion. "You seem like an assassin as well. Why else would you look for the back room?"

She purred, "So I could seduce their best guy and he spills everything... But you knew that, right?"

Hannah held him closer and pressed their lips together. Surprisingly, Tom didn't resist and deepened the kiss while holding her neck with his gauntlets. It seemed as though these feelings were new to him... As if he hadn't been ever allowed to have emotions.

Hannah expertly led him to the sofa, pushing him down and straddling his lap. She pressed her knees to his sides, trapping him so he couldn't resist her. Instead, he seemed to relish in her assertiveness.

"You don't trust me...but you're gonna sleep with me?"

He felt the holster on her leg with a syringe.

Hannah smirked as she took the syringe out and laid it down on the table.

"I was gonna poison you to see what you were, but that ain't necessary..."

She trailed her finger down his neck, igniting his veins in her wake, then let her hand wander as she bit his lip.

"Mm...someone's excited."

Tom swallowed hard and really felt his face heat up.

"Heh. Your fault. You're seriously leaving that syringe in the open?"

"I trust you that much. And I know you do as well. If we wanted to kill each other, we'd have done it already."

That wasn't the only thing on her leg, though. Hannah kept his hand there as she slipped her panties off and he felt them on her thigh. He took them down as she also made light work of his jeans while he was distracted. Tom craned her neck to one side as he teased her, "You sure about this?"

Hannah panted impatiently as she felt his manhood poke her leg. "No, but I'm getting tired. That's for sure...", she managed to speak with a whisper.

Tom didn't let her wait longer. He held her back and slipped inside her, causing her to moan softly as she tried to breath. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked her hips rhythmically as he matched her movements. She was surprised he had such good thrust for an assassin, although it must have be a result of rigorous training. Nonetheless, Hannah felt this unbearable heat between them and the next thing she knew, her back felt like it hit something soft.

Tom had put her on the sofa and climbed on top of her, locking her between his knees. "Taste of your own medicine, huh?"

She snorted back, "It's not that bad. Come on."

He set his arms beside her, as if asserting his dominance while she clawed at his back. The harder he pushed, the deeper her nails went into his back. Deep enough to draw blood, but the cuts healed almost immediately. Still, they hurt enough to spur him on for a while longer.

Hannah also took advantage of this and ran her hands along specific pressure points on his back. She'd learnt what could evoke healing, pain....and pleasure.

The latter was more applicable here.

She felt the tension from his hands as he curled them up almost trying to hold on. Just one more poke of a point and he'll cave in, she deviously thought. She searched for a point in the lower back and, knowing he was most likely a mutant with endurance, she'd have to apply a lot more pressure than normal. She dug her fingers into the point...

Tom felt the pressure in his back...he knew he couldn't hold out after that. He gripped the sofa fabric to anchor himself as they both felt the orgasm rip through them. Tom pulled out and lay exhausted for a moment. Hannah got up and teased him.

"I thought you had endurance. How the hell did you make the cut with this low stamina?"

Tom just laughed, too out of breath to say much. "This is a different kind of endurance. Never trained for this, heh."

He lay for a moment, thinking about this new set of feelings. He wasn't ready to let go of them just yet. But he knew they couldn't stay there all night or they would surely be caught.

It seemed Hannah thought the same thing. The pair got dressed again and Tom felt something prick his neck.

"You're an assassin. You'll know this technique."